Katniss Everdeen Drawings Novels & Stories

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

“I would love to see your drawing.” She scrambled off my lap and ran to grab her sketchbook from the side table, completely unafraid, completely trusting of a man she’d only just met minutes earlier. She sat down next to him on the floor, showing him page after page of crayon drawings, explaining each one with the kind of detailed seriousness only small children bring to their art. “This one’s a cat, but it looks kind of like a dog because I made the ears wrong.” “I think it looks like a very handsome cat,” Cole said, studying the drawing like it deserved genuine consideration.

Professional labels. "Yes, sweetheart. A long time ago." "It's really good." "Thank you." Alexander has dropped his pile on the floor and is kneeling next to Madison, flipping through pages with no regard for order or care. "MAMA! You drew SO MUCH! There's like a MILLION drawings! How did you draw a million drawings?" "It wasn't a million—" "Look at this one! It's a whole HOUSE! But it's tiny! Is this house tiny?" "That's called a scale drawing, Alexander," Ethan says. Still standing. Still holding his stack. Still looking at the red sketchbook with that focused expression.

Hearing his motorbike, I quickly pretended to read my history textbook while secretly watching him. Behind Connor is his family's roofless army green jeep. Thann one of the triplets sat in the driver's seat; across from him was their beautiful cousin Kara, and at the back were the remaining triplet, Tanner, and Tant. I admired Kara's light golden hair blowing gracefully in the wind. She was like a model, tall and elegant.

“Darlin’, we’re in New Orleans. You want a crown? I’ll find you a crown.” “Condom crowns don’t count.” My mouth teased into a smirk. “Fuck. Back to my drawin’ board.” “If you can draw anything beyond a stick man and/or a penis, I’ll be very impressed.” “Blow job kind of impressed?” “Aiden.” Elena rested a hand on my thigh softly. “Can you draw anything other than a stick man or a penis?” I ran my tongue over my lips slowly and deliberately and grinned when her eyes flicked down. “I can probably draw an all right pair of tits.”

Across the way, Kingsley and Devon had picked a spot closer to the lake, where the reeds rustled gently and dragonflies danced on the breeze. Katherine tucked her legs beneath her and glanced around. The trees felt like sentinels, tall and watchful. She pulled her sketchpad close and began to sketch what she saw—tall trunks, a bend of golden light between branches, and a small squirrel perched on a rock nearby. Her strokes were light and careful. There was peace in it. There was healing in just watching the world without having to explain it. Beside her, Carolina was deep in concentration, tongue poking slightly out. “I’m drawing that big purple flower thing,” she said, tilting her pad. “You

she said, flipping through the pages. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my temper in check. “Don’t even think about it,” I warned, my voice hardening. I was not in the mood for her nonsense. Katrina just laughed, a high-pitched, irritating sound. I knew I had to play it smart. The sketchbook contained the drawing of the wolf, and I definitely didn’t want Katrina and her cronies to see it. It was too much to explain. I reluctantly sat back down, knowing I had to play along for now. Katrina had won this round, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

I needed my name on her as soon as possible, to me that was more personal, and made more of a statement than a diamond ring. Katarina got undressed and straddled the chair, so Stacy could do her thing. "If you want, we can start on the outline." She offered when she was finished lining up the art- work on Kat's back. "Not today, give us a few weeks. Now where's the other one?" Stacy brought out the other drawing I'd asked her to work on for me. It was a picture of Kat that would take up my side in a lounging position. Kat's mouth hung open in surprise.

I wonder what she would come up with next. After a few moments, she finally finished and eagerly called out to me, "Lycan Aaron, can you guess what this is?" Excitedly, she showed me the screen of my phone, revealing her latest creation. I studied the drawing intently, taking in the long oval shape with two balls below and hairs beneath them. At the top, there was a line. Wait. Isn’t that…? “Are you crazy?” I asked, frowning. “Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?”

“Can we see?” “Yeah!” she vigorously nods, presenting us with the drawing. “Tada!” “Hmm, and what are we looking at?” Alpha Knox frowns, examining the mess she created on this paper. This drawing is very much like the drawings I've been seeing from her, it's so different from the previous masterpiece she showed us. “I painted my five-ith birthday party.” she frowns, studying him like he should already know what it is because the drawing is so clear.